Harry Wick, bookseller
The teashop was entirely English, including a sleek, contented English tabby, although the proprietor was a French ex-pat and the music playing was French chansons of the Trenet eraFarther down the street, a pub filled with rugby fans. We idled out back on the terrasse.
Ben in triplicate, sipping a fine scotch
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